In the past three years, he still felt that he loved her very much. Although he didn't think his love was less than that of the young master, he saw Su Mohan take sleeping pills again and again, watched him cry her name in drunken life and death, looked at his indifference and impatience, his heart turned to ashes, and he died of lovelessness.

At that time, he suddenly felt.

Perhaps love a person this thing itself can not be distinguished from the high and low, there is no so-called deep please shallow, but some people in love vulnerable, some in love crazy.

At that time, he suddenly understood that without Ye Fei, he could still live with him and her, but without her, Su Mohan would die, and life would be worse than death.

Ye Fei frowned and closed her hand. After looking at the gentle man in front of her, she couldn't help but say, "you still have more rest these days. Let Black Hawk do more for you."

Chu Zheng nods and smiles: "don't worry, it's all skin injuries."

Ye feibai glanced at him, then put the lunch box on the chair beside him and said, "is his illness better?"

"Much better. I'll be out of hospital in another three or two days."

Chu Zheng replied with a smile, but he murmured in his heart that Su Mohan could be discharged from hospital now. He was as strong as a cow, but he was just hanging around in the hospital. He made it clear that he was here for care.

Until noon, Su Mohan finally waited for the meal that his cook couldn't make. After frowning, he wiped his mouth elegantly and said, "what's the matter with the cook recently? The food is getting worse and worse... "

A few servants on one side were a little confused. Looking at the meal which was obviously going down most of the time, they couldn't figure out which one he was singing.

For several days, ye Feifei delivered food to Su Mohan. Although she never showed up, she went upstairs with the incubator and asked Chu Zheng about Su Mohan again. Seeing that he had nothing to do, she did not intend to come back again.

After all, she has to go to work on weekdays, and since a while ago, ye Xiaotian has already gone to kindergarten, and she has to pick up frequently, so she is really busy.

Chu Zheng did not ask to stay, after all, in his opinion, Su Mohan should have been discharged.

After handing over the last insulated lunch box to Chu Zheng, ye Fei got up and went to the ward and looked at it from the window of the door.

Su Mohan leaned against the head of the bed in his pajamas and looked through a book. There were a lot of medical tape on the back of his hand. I think it was left when he pricked the drops.

But his face was good, ruddy, and he seemed to have a good temper, which was probably no problem.

Seeing that he was in good condition, ye Fei got up and left.

Chu Zheng took her to the elevator and said, "don't you go in to see him?"

"He's sick these days and he's in a bad mood, so I won't go in. What's more, I can't compare my cooking with the chef's, and I can't keep up with the nutrition."

Chu Zheng nodded and said nothing more. After ye Fei left, he poured the food in the heat preservation bucket on the plate, added some dishes made by cooks, and put the back end on a tray and gave it to Su Mohan.

Hearing the knock on the door, Su Mo Han glanced at the time and put down the book in his hand. It seems that these days has become a habit.

Until the evening, when Chu Zheng came again to deliver food to him, Su Mohan glanced at the dishes on the plate, frowned slightly and lost his appetite.